I searched for Gods traces,
And scoured it at various niches,
I dug into Temples and Churches,
On the skies and in the bases,
Dug all the grounds, all the places,
Inept to detect an of Gods faces.
When abruptly I felt its presence,
In the eyes of a Mothers graces.
God is not far away if one notices,
In a mothers torso, He emplaces.
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